Every female cultivator covers the sky with one hand

Some people lament the danger of mining, while others are eager to try.

"If you don't die a batch from time to time, maybe such a good thing won't be our turn."

A young boy who has just grown up, full of vigor and vitality, rolled up his sleeves, raised his hands first, and said positively: "Immortal, I will go, I will go, I am strong, choose me! I want to do three consecutive jobs!" Year, I want to take five gold coins!"

"Working for three years?!" A group of older people shook their heads, pointing and cursing with a smile, "You boy, you really don't want your life."

Ye Qingfeng completely merged with those people, as if he was born and bred in this place, followed those people to point and point, and laughed and scolded: "It's really not life-threatening."

Ye Qingfeng has personally seen the misery and calamity in the mine, the numbness, and the powerlessness of mortals when encountering evil spirits.

In such an environment worse than a prison, it would be difficult for ordinary people to persist for three days, let alone three years.

Even a monk whose spiritual power has been sealed cannot persist for three years without the support of a strong will.

The little boy is really ignorant and fearless, very impulsive, very naive, quite naive.

He also said that the mining time is completely more dangerous as it gets longer.

Continuously working at the bottom of the mine, there was always an encounter with a demon.

The longer the mining time, the more likely it is to encounter evil spirits and die tragically. This is why, when the Ji family recruits people, they only give half a gold coin a year, but they give five gold coins in three years.

This is completely exchanging money for life.

But there are still many people who are willing to accept this deal. They were born in this barren land, and it seems that there is not much difference between dying and living.

"I go!"

"I am coming too!"

The people present responded one after another, but they were very positive.

A gray-haired old man, with more than half of his teeth missing, raised his arms tremblingly, and tremblingly said: "I...I also sign up!"

Everyone around laughed out loud, fearing that the old man would be powerless.

A disciple came up from Ji's house, laughed and cursed, and drove the old man out of the crowd.

"Say it again! Say it again!"

Another disciple of the Ji family stood under the banner of the Ji family, looked around with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice, "No one under 13 years old! No one over 60 years old! Especially monks! Especially monks, trespassers, die!"

The word "death" was bitten extremely hard, and it was murderous.

The ordinary Ye Qingfeng walked forward calmly with both hands in his mouth.

"Name?" The little disciple in charge of registration didn't even bother to look at Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng's voice was also unremarkable, and he hurriedly replied: "Er Gouzi, black Er Gouzi."

Hei Huang gritted his teeth in the white jade bottle, covered his face with his paws.

"Age?" the little disciple asked again.

"Seventeen."

"Cultivator or mortal?"

"Ordinary people." Ye Qingfeng answered firmly, without blinking his eyes.

"If you lie, let the Ji family handle it, can you admit it?"

"recognize."

"Okay, put your handprint here." The little disciple of the Ji family pushed the red ink pad.

Ye Qingfeng stuck his thumb on the ink pad and pressed it on the words "Hei Ergouzi", and then went under the flag.

A group of elders who had already had their fingerprints stood there either happily or sadly, and some were still waving goodbye to their families, crying, or barely holding up a smile on their faces.

Ye Qingfeng moved again, and stood with those elders who had no family.

Suddenly a big fat head squeezed into the crowd from behind.

"Wuliang Tianzun, what's so lively, let the Taoist always watch." The big fat head opened and closed his mouth, twisted his big fat buttocks, and squeezed in hard.

The disciple of the Ji family swept over with his spiritual sense, lowered his face, and waved away: "You are a monk, why are you here to join in the fun, hurry up, hurry up."

"Wuliang Tianzun, it turned out to be a coolie who catches the mines! It's really unscrupulous! It's really unscrupulous!"

The fat Taoist priest was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, with a mustache and a fat belly. He stood in the middle of the crowd carelessly, sniffed his nose, and said, "Why does it smell like a black dog here?"

black dog?

Black King?

Ye Qingfeng's expression didn't change at all, he looked like he was watching the excitement, but he secretly lamented the sensitive nose of this fat Taoist dog.

However, the aura of this fat Taoist priest is also very obvious. It is the kind of aura that has been dealing with corpses and funeral objects all year round in the dark underground.

And the Black Emperor in the white jade bottle opened his mouth and yelled angrily, scolding very dirty, even worse than the time he scolded Ji Cong.

It was this damn fat man who not only stripped off its colorful underpants, but also robbed all its treasures.

"Woo~ woof! woof woof!" The black dog tightened its tail and barked lowly, wishing to rush out immediately and fight the fat man to the death.

That fat man, wearing a decent Taoist gown, is digging people's ancestral graves and doesn't care about human affairs!
Dog is worse than a dog, damn fat Taoist priest!
Of course, Ye Qingfeng could understand all the movements in the white jade bottle, and when he heard the black dog barking like that, he knew that a person and a dog had formed a big problem.

However, Ye Qingfeng still did not show any flaws, and still had an expectant expression of watching the fun.

The fat Taoist Duan De sniffed his nose, then sniffed his nose again, then turned his face and walked towards the group of people Ye Qingfeng was with.

They were a group of mortals, and being stared at by a fat Taoist priest inevitably gave rise to some fear.

"Hey, you old boy, what are you making trouble for?" Ji's disciple sullenly patted the big flag embroidered with the word "Ji", and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't even look at whose territory this is, just act wild here .There are no black dogs here, so go sniffing elsewhere.”

"No and no." The fat Taoist waved his fat hands, smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, and said with a good temper, "I smell a little bit of a black dog. You can let me smell it."

A large group of mortals flinched and backed away.

When we were retreating, I didn't know who stepped on whose foot, and there was another round of cursing and making noise.

People in the Northern Territory are mostly hot-tempered.

Liu Jing began to get nervous, she was afraid that the fat Taoist would smell her master.

I don't know what kind of enmity Gou Ge has with this Taoist priest.

"Hey, it seems to be here." Duan De put his fat hands loosely on his belly, and walked towards Ye Qingfeng and his group cheerfully, like taking a walk after a meal.

But his two small eyes were full of light, locked on everyone in the group, and paid close attention to everyone's facial expressions.

"Woo~Wang!"

The black dog was angry and frightened, this fat man must have a lot of background, he doesn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, but he is full of fat, but he is stubborn, and his sharp teeth have also suffered a lot from this fat man's arm.

Who can believe it?
This fat man is full of fat, and when he is blessed with spiritual power, he is comparable to Ye Qingfeng's withered arm emerging from the sea of ​​bitterness!
The black dog has reason to suspect that this fat man, like him, was born 10,000+ years ago.